Todos los capítulos de Bound To The Billionaire By A Baby: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Liora! If I catch you slacking off again, I will personally see to it that your wages are docked this month!"Mrs. Gable’s voice cut through the damp basement air, rattling the iron pots hanging overhead and completely shattering my focus. I flinched, my fingers slipping against the silver teapot I was polishing.I’m on my way, Mrs. Gable! Just finishing up the silver!" I called back quickly, my throat tight from swallowing the bitter reply I wanted to give. I wiped down the last velvet tray with furious, rapid strokes.A sharp, defiant smile tugged at the corner of my lips the moment her heavy, rhythmic footsteps faded down the stone corridor. Dock my wages? Not a chance.I pulled a crumpled piece of scrap paper from my apron pocket, admiring my careful scribbles with a fierce sense of pride. Three hundred dollars. That was the exact balance I needed. After today’s shift, I would finally have enough saved up to pay the non-refundable registration fee for the Elite Style modeling aud

"Liora! Where have you been?"I had barely stepped through the servants' entrance when Maya rushed toward me from the shadows of the pantry. She looked so anxious that my heart immediately sank into my throat. Before I could even set my medical bag down, she grabbed my wrist, her fingers pinching tight, and began dragging me down the stone corridor."What happened?" I whispered, struggling to keep pace with her hurried, clipping steps."Mr. Hawthorne has ordered every single maid in the mansion to gather in the main hall. Right now. I've been looking for you everywhere."My stomach tightened into a hard, painful knot. The first thing that flashed across my mind was the clinic. Had someone somehow found out? Did the doctor contact the estate? Had my secret already been exposed? The ridiculous, terrifying thoughts collided in my head so fast that my palms instantly broke into a cold sweat.I forced myself to swallow, trying to anchor my voice. "Did they say why?"Maya shook her head, he

"What do you mean she's the woman?"Adrian's furious voice sliced through the living room, causing everyone present to fall instantly silent.I sat stiffly on the edge of the velvet couch, my hands tightly clasped together in my lap. Ever since the estate security had taken me from outside the hospital clinic, I had felt as though I was trapped inside a nightmare that refused to end. The drive back to the mansion had been one of the longest, most agonizing rides of my life. I had spent almost the entire journey trying to explain myself from the back seat."Sir, please believe me," I had pleaded to the stone-faced guard while fighting back tears. "I never planned to tell anyone about the pregnancy."He had not responded."Sir, I wasn't trying to trap his son."He had remained silent."Sir, I was actually trying to get rid of—"Before I could finish the word abortion, the man had simply raised a gloved hand and cut me off.After that, I had spent the rest of the drive staring blindly ou

"I said, give me the cards, Adrian." The patriarch’s final demand dropped like an executioner’s axe into the suffocating silence of the grand living room. Adrian’s breath rattled in his chest, his face completely pale as his fingers convulsed around the plastic. With a sudden, violent wrench of his arm, Mr. Hawthorne seized the black titanium cards directly from his son’s grip, tossing them onto table where they landed with a heavy, metallic clink right next to the one I had rejected. "You think the wealth in these accounts belongs to you, Adrian?" Mr. Hawthorne whispered, his gaze locking onto his son with absolute finality. "The money in here is still my card, and everything it buys is mine. Until you learn to obey, you have nothing." "You are a monster," Adrian spit out, his voice cracking beneath the weight of pure, unadulterated rage. He didn't look back at his father. He didn't even look down at the cards. Instead, his eyes snapped directly to me, burning with a hatred so

"Mrs. Gable! Get in here immediately!" The patriarch's voice slammed against the high walls of the living room, cutting through the heavy silence that Adrian had left behind. The massive double doors swung open almost instantly, and Mrs. Gable stepped into the room. Her posture was rigid, her hands neatly clasped over her dark apron, and her face was completely blank. She didn't look at the three black titanium cards scattered across the mahogany coffee table, nor did she acknowledge the tears drying on my cheeks. She stood at absolute attention, waiting for her orders. "Take her out of the family wing," Mr. Hawthorne commanded, his cold gaze finally tearing away from my face. He adjusted his grip on his silver-topped cane, his knuckles clicking in the quiet room. "Strip her of any access to the upper floors. She is to be assigned to the small room at the very back of the servants' quarters. The one near the old laundry." "The old rooms, sir?" Mrs. Gable’s eyebrows twitche